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Originally posted by: Eternized_Blues

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Amnu🤗

I have no words what I feel after reading this!!! This simply amazing and I am waiting for the next part.

This is a different backdrop that we are going to see and imagining Harshad as the Abhimanyu here is completely terrifying…. This is something he has never done before.

Love and hate have twisted here…. Relationship, trust and the very being of AbhiRa….

Originally posted by: Nyxigniflex

He wasn't even doing the biwi bhakt thing right. Hiding things from ak, I understand why but still...

The thing is their should be an engaging side conflict, if abhira are ok. But the Anisha track is just annoying.

Waise, I love Abhimanyu whatever he does, but I love the angsty version more.

Agree!!!!

The suits him the best…. He was perfect there!!!😆

Originally posted by: Eternized_Blues

Honestly Biwi Bhakt Abhimanyu was getting on my nerves. I am so glad that there is drama!!

Yeah those TRPs are the goal 🥅

Right said Amnu

TRP ke liye kuch bhi karega

Chapter- One

Pratap Birla saw his current medical reports as he lay in his hospital bed. Unfortunately, they did not look very promising. It was his second heart attack in three years. At seventy-eight, his body just could not take the stress of being the Head of the Birla conglomerate. He had planned that his sons would take over his responsibilities gradually. He would be retired at the age of sixty-five. The destiny, however, had other plans. The Zamindars of Rajasthan inherited ancestral enmity along with ancestral property. Pratap Birla had lost both his sons to the feudal fighting of his state. He had also almost lost his grandson to this feud seven years ago.

All Pratap had ever wished was peace and bloodshed to end. It was the only way to protect their legacy. If they all killed each other, their legacy would be left to vultures to devour. A simple thing, yet it was so difficult to make people understand. Egos can overcome critical thinking, and the Zamindars of Rajasthan were a shining example of that. What would they do would all the power and wealth if there was no one to take it into another generation. There was a knock on the door. Before giving permission, Pratap took a tired sigh, “Come In.”

The Council of Elders walked in. Needless to say that Pratap was surprised to see them. This group of men was why the Zamindars held onto the signed treaties. They made sure that everyone kept their end of the bargain. He was also surprised to see Akhilesh Goenka and Mahesh Bajaj accompanying the group. Two men were his sons’ age, and each had murdered one of his sons. Something was up, Pratap thought as he scanned the faces of the men who had entered his room. The air was thick with tension. There could only be one reason that all these men were here, “Don’t worry, gentlemen, Abhimanyu is not here.” Pratap reassured the council.

“We know that he is not here, Hukum.” Damodar, one of the elders, said, “But that is the reason we are here.”

“I don’t understand,” Pratap asked, confused. Abhimanyu has honored the agreement to date. He had not set foot in Rajasthan in the last seven years. Initially, these men hated his grandson as he had singularity made a mockery of their machoism, but now they feared him. Before he could continue, the door to his hospital suite opened again, and in walked his favorite human and reason for his grandson’s existence.

“I was supposed to be gone for one week, and you did not even last three days, Grampy!” She admonished him as she touched his feet for blessings and then went ahead to check his vitals.

“You should know better than to leave me for such a long time,” Pratap chuckled, “Where are your doctor’s coat and stethoscope, Dr. Akshara Goenka?”

I am on leave, remember, because it's Kairav Bhaiya’s engagement. Mimi and Badi Maa need all the help in preparations,” Akshara said, adjusting Pratap IV, “Looks like you are busy. I will let it go this time, but you are in so much trouble, handsome.”

“Stay Akshara beta,” Ganpath, another of the elders, stopped her, “This concerns you as well, so you should be a part of this meeting but only if Bade Hukum does not mind.”

Pratap’s brain zeroed in on the words Bade Hukum. The council has never called him that. He has always been Hukum as head of the Birla family. If he was reading the room correctly, Rajasthan was about to have a power shift. He knew what these men wanted from him, but he would let them ask him for it. He hoped that these men were ready for the consequences of what they were about to ask. “She is my granddaughter in law I never mind her staying.” Pratap signaled Akshara to sit on the stool next to his bed. He covered her hand with his to reassure her, noticing her nervousness. Her life was about to change too.

“We want Abhimanyu to come back,” Damodar said. Tension in the room was so thick that you could eat it with a spoon. Akshara sucked in a breath and looked at her uncle, shocked.

“I am not dead yet. It is just a small attack. So you guys don’t need to worry about anything,” Pratap replied. His poker face on, he was not about to give these men even an inch.

“This is your second heart attack, Bade Hukum; it's severe. So it's time for Chote Hukum to return and take over his responsibilities. We do not have the same issues from seven years ago. So there is no need for Chote Hukum to stay away anymore.” Ganpath clarified.

“We think that it is better that he comes and learns from you,” Mahesh Bajaj said. ‘If there is no direction for his ambition, it could be more destructive than productive.”

“Abhimanyu needs to learn from you the patience and perseverance if he is to manage Rajasthan,” Akhilesh Goenka said, “The fire in him needs to build and not burn. You are the only one who can teach his leadership to be benevolent no matter what the personal cost is. Our kids need to be better than us. Kairav and Ashish have been learning that from you. It's time for Abhimanyu to learn it too.”

Pratap felt Akshara’s hand turn into a fist under his hand. Her eyes were glued to the floor as a set of tears trailed down her cheeks. He patted her hand to comfort her, “I hope you guys understand the consequences of what you are asking,” Pratap clarified.

“We might be together, but there are external issues that need to be dealt with, one of them being Shekhawat,” Mahesh Bajaj said, “Abhimanyu can not do that from Dehradun.”

“He is the leader of the future, and his people need to know him,” Damodar said, “It is better if you introduce him to people as they know you. Abhimanyu has now, unfortunately, become a stranger. Nobody follows a stranger.”

“We have another request, Bade Hukum,” Akhilesh continued hesitantly, “We want you to call Abhimanyu and tell him to come home. Now, in front of all of us.”

“It is 12:30 in London right now. He is in a meeting.”Akshara whispered as she lifted her eyes from the ground to meet her Uncle’s.

“Let's call our Abhi, Akshu. It's about time he came back.” Pratap cut in before Akshara could reply. It was not a time and place for the family argument. But, of course, Akshara knows precisely what his grandson is doing at the exact moment. Their way of loving has amazed him. They have not talked to each other in seven years yet know everything about the other person. Their love had moved beyond words. Pratap called Abhimanyu, and it went to voicemail. He tried two more times, but Abhimanyu did not pick up. Finally, Pratap looked at Akshara and smiled knowingly. “Maybe you call on the number he has just for you.”

Akshara simply got her phone from her bag and dialed Abhimanyu’s number.

Abhimanyu was in a meeting when his phone rang. It was his grandfather on the other side of the line. Abhimanyu had just checked on his grandfather before starting this meeting. It was his second heart attack. Needless to say, he was worried about him. Yet, he did not wish to pick up this call from his grandfather. Abhimanyu knew that the council was meeting his grandfather regarding some crucial issues. However, Abhimanyu was least interested in what those older men wanted to say to him. In their twisted sense of justice, they had sent him away from his family. Therefore, he had nothing to say to them, and there was nothing that they could say that would interest him. His grandfather was the one who has taught him to put his responsibilities first. Therefore, he would not get upset if he called him back after the meeting was over.

Then, his other phone rang. Only one person in the world has the number for this phone. Abhimanyu’s heart raced just like it does every time this phone rings. His lifeline, his Akshara, was calling. He dismissed the meeting and answered, “Wait, Maanas is coming. He had just gone to get coffee.” Abhimanyu said. There was silence on the other side, but Abhimanyu Birla had become an expert in understanding Akshara Goenka’s silence.

His salvation, the beat of his heart, had not had a single conversation directly with him. Maanas, his security head, had been their mediator ever since he had delivered this phone to her six and half years ago. Akshara had made it clear that she did not want to speak to him, so Maanas witnessed all their arguments. Akshara only called when he had done something wrong or upsetting or when she did something that frustrated him. Maanas called it the “Fight Phone.” There was an argument guaranteed when this phone rang. Regardless, Abhimanyu always waits for this phone to ring with bated breath. Abhimanyu sometimes did things knowing that it would bother her just so that he could hear her voice.

Abhimanyu heard her take a deep breath on the other side, and for the first time in six and half years, his salvation addressed him directly, “Abhimanyu,” she said, and he felt alive again. “Yes,” he replied, not daring to ruin this moment.

“I need you to be calm, listen and then react when I put you on speaker. Can you do that for me?” She asked, and there was only answer Abhimanyu could give her, knowing she wanted him to talk to the council, “Yes, I promise,” Abhimanyu replied. Then, he heard her give the phone to his grandfather and let him know it was on speaker.

“The council wants you to come back, Abhimanyu, as soon as possible.” Just like his grandfather to cut through all the nonsense, “What changed their mind?” Abhimanyu asked, two can play the game, grandfather, Abhimanyu thought. “They think I am getting too old for the job,” Pratap chuckled and let the council lead rest of the conversation.

As promised, Abhimanyu listened to all their reasonings about him coming back and taking his rightful place. What they needed was someone who could keep them safe from external attacks, and at this moment, he was their only option. These wise men knew that he was the only one with the power and resources to keep their interests safe. They were simply using his grandfather’s heart attack as an excuse to get what they wanted.

“You all seem to be under a misconception that I have stayed away because you doled a punishment out, and I followed that,” Abhimanyu replied in an icy tone, “You men were the catalyst of my exile, but it was not you who kept me away. We all know I could have come back years ago, and none of you would be able to stop me.” Abhimanyu continued, his harsh tone turning soft as he spoke his following words, “There is only one person who kept me away, and that is the only person who has the right to call me back.” Abhimanyu declared, “I will only come back if Akshu wants me back.”

“Come Home, Abhimanyu,” Akshara said, and Abhimanyu took the first step towards his salvation. His Akshara.

Comments and Chappals are welcome!

Finally...amnu..

I was about to dedicate you " imteha ho gayi intezaar ki" song...now I am going to go and read it.

Oh my God! That was worth the wait...

It was simply brilliant...just my kind of ff.

I can't tell you how much I am loving...the angst

But I wanted an angry Abhimanyu....after what happened..if I guessing right. But I am simply loving the dynamics of their relationship... So,they are married?

And goenkas acknowledge there relationship?... they are afraid of him and acknowledge him as their leader...that I can figure out..

I can only imagine the scenes coming...this is my favourite abhira ff for sure.

I literally can't wait... You took so long and such short chapter..

Please update soon... please

This is going to be one Favourite ff and the wait was worth it❤️

They used to hate him but now it has turned into fear. This explains Abhimanyu so well.

The love AbhiRa have for each other is truly immense... they don't talk yet they know everything about each other and their fight phone😆

The fire Abhimanyu has...it can destroy everyone and only his salvation has the power to calm it down.

Her "Come Home, Abhimanyu" these three simple words gave a myriad of emotions and these could change their lives.

Fab update Amnu🤗

I want more...Update soon

Originally posted by: ishqdinoorhai9

Res!!!! Me first!!!

This better get unresed!

Originally posted by: Nyxigniflex

Finally...amnu..

I was about to dedicate you " imteha ho gayi intezaar ki" song...now I am going to go and read it.

See, "Tumne pukara aur Hum chale Aaye"

Originally posted by: Nyxigniflex

Oh my God! That was worth the wait...

It was simply brilliant...just my kind of ff.

I can't tell you how much I am loving...the angst

But I wanted an angry Abhimanyu....after what happened..if I guessing right. But I am simply loving the dynamics of their relationship... So,they are married?

And goenkas acknowledge there relationship?... they are afraid of him and acknowledge him as their leader...that I can figure out..

I can only imagine the scenes coming...this is my favourite abhira ff for sure.

I literally can't wait... You took so long and such short chapter..

Please update soon... please

See, when you wait, good things come your way! Remember this next time I delay the update!😉

Oh don't worry you will get an angry Abhimanyu, he is on the way!

They are not married. Yet!

This is not a short chapter!

Thanks for the reply! I will try update within a week!